Just looking at you
barefoot in my tiled kitchen
floor, makes me so weak.

And when you step out
of the shower after bath
oh, makes me secrete.

You, pointing your toes
when you put on your stockings
makes me lick my lips.

Oh, I love your feet.
And I love your legs too and
Oh, I love your feet.

rain is dull
it tastes like warm milk
smells like ashes
it bring's in sadness
and sounds like drums

He pulls away and she is
Ragged, racked for breath
Ripped red shades as he
Stole away the tape so
Flawlessly placed on her
Painted wet lips now
Trembling mascara making
Marks through to her soul
Flowing down her face into
The pit of hell that's past her
Heart between her legs lying
Lost in the bed broken and
Bent beyond desires don't deny it
He says she wanted every moment of
Misery mistaken in the throes of
Taken Passion.